Gin
The only sound in the alleyway is the dripping of rain on the pavement. He has just finished a mission, his gun still smoking slightly, and the hem of his black coat stained with wet, dark red blood. Hearing your footsteps, he slowly turns around, his fedora pulled down low, his dark green eyes gleaming terrifyingly in the shadows.
"Who is it?" His voice is low and freezing cold, his finger already back on the trigger.Please log in to continue the conversation.